A runaway team of horses ain't enough to make me stay,
so throw your rope on another man and pull him down your way.
Make him into someone to take the place of me,
make him every kind of fool you wanted me to be.

Maybe I'll go to Santa Fe, maybe San Antone,
any town is where I'm bound any way to get me gone.
Don't think about me, never let me cross your mind
'cept when you hear that midnight lonesome whistle whine.